Technically it was Magnus had been invited but like with most of her more eccentric uncles, it had been fairly easy to convince him to bring her along with a promise to be on her best behavior. And so far she had been. The whole thing had been relatively mundane. Politics were brought up only fleetingly so she'd had little chance to misbehave. Instead, she'd spent most of the afternoon as intended - networking for her career after graduation. Well, at least until she'd overheard Mrs. Wright (mother of candidate Jude Wright and the female host of the academic salon) question Mr. Dempsey's views on women's rights. She'd hurriedly excused herself from her current conversation (from a partner who seemed quite relieved to be spared from the intense sixteen-year-old) and turned towards the other pair.

Mr. Demsey offered what she viewed as an appropriate level of respect for the women she considered her role models which was a point in her relatively low favor but they were almost immediately scratched back off. Some women did vote? The audacity. Sobie couldn't help but audibly scoff. As if the small handful of women who were allowed a vote weren't done solely based on a man's direct involvement - or lack of - in her life. They could vote solely if her husband passed and her eldest son was not yet of age. As soon as he turned seventeen she'd be stripped of that right like the past up - up to - nearly two decades were insignificant.

And god forbid a woman never marry. She'd never be given a chance no matter how educated and well-read she was. Even if she was doubly - triply - more so than literally any other man.